


in our galaxy

by nightdrip



Category: X1 (Korea Band)
Genre: 5+1 Things, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Cuddling & Snuggling, Hope this isn't a complete and utter disappointment, Kissing, M/M, Mutual Pining, Pining, Polyamory, Rated T for language and slight sexual references
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-02-11
Updated: 2020-02-11
Packaged: 2021-02-27 08:49:01
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Chapters: 1
Words: 4,285
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22334461
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/nightdrip/pseuds/nightdrip
Summary: PROMPT #039Seungyoun doesn’t know why he aches whenever he sees the way Seungwoo and Wooseok never seem to let go of each other’s hands.aka The five times Seungyoun ruins the moment (ish) and the one time he finally gives in.
Relationships: Cho Seungyeon | Seungyoun/Han Seungwoo, Cho Seungyeon | Seungyoun/Han Seungwoo/Kim Wooseok | Wooshin, Han Seungwoo/Kim Wooseok | Wooshin
Comments: 22
Kudos: 161
Collections: 99&UP Fic Fest





	in our galaxy

**Author's Note:**

> to the person who sent this prompt im sorry if this wasnt what you expected?? but i hope all of you enjoy it 🥺

Seungyoun isn’t stupid. Sure, he’s loud and yes, he’s admittedly a little weird, but he’s definitely not stupid. In fact, he’s extremely observant. He notices the smallest changes in behavior, sees the slightest differences within seconds. Most of the time he keeps them to himself, only voicing out when he deems it necessary, like when he knows Wooseok needs attention or when Seungwoo needs to be reminded that he doesn”t have to deal with things alone. 

Seungyoun isn’t stupid, but when he sees Wooseok and Seungwoo holding hands under the table one morning as he walks into the kitchen to grab breakfast, he feels like the dumbest person on the planet. It gets worse when they ask him to sit down, anxiety plastered all over their faces as they exchange glances before turning to him. Suddenly Seungyoun feels small, like a child waiting for his parents to announce something grave. He can’t believe he’s failed to notice something as big as this. 

“We’re dating,” Wooseok blurts out. His cheeks are pink and he can’t look Seungyoun in the eye. In any other situation, Seungyoun would coo and pinch Wooseok’s cheeks, maybe pet his hair. But right now he’s too stunned to think, still processing the information they’ve laid down for him. 

“Okay,” he finally says. Seungwoo and Wooseok exchange an unsure glance. 

“Okay?” Seungwoo echoes in question. Seungyoun doesn’t know what they were expecting him to say. 

“Yeah,” he does his best to smile. “This is great! I’m happy for you guys.” And he really is, but for some reason Seungyoun feels like it’s the biggest lie he’s ever told. “As long as you guys warn me before you,’ he makes a vague gesture, “you know.”

“Oh my God,” Wooseok says in exasperation. “Seungyoun, shut up.” 

The ice is broken and Seungyoun is glad his best friends seem more relaxed now, but in turn he’s the one churning with emotions he’d rather not address.

The elephant in the room is unnoticeable, but Seungyoun can already feel its weight.

Seungwoo and Wooseok don’t act much different after they’ve announced their relationship, and it’s something that Seungyoun is inexplicably grateful for. He doesn’t need to avoid them, or worry that he’s intruding. But he does respect their space. He is, after all, extremely observant. He knows when they’re okay with his company and when they’re not. 

Still, Seungyoun isn’t perfect and he thinks he can’t really be blamed for anything. Because it’s one thing to know your best-friends-slash-roommates are dating, it’s another to actually see them act like a couple. He’s known these two since high school, been stuck with and to them like glue ever since. He knows them like the back of his hands, can read them like an open book.

Which is why he feels like a bad friend, for not noticing such a big leap in Seungwoo and Wooseok’s relationship. Had they been hiding it from him? Or has he been too ignorant? Neither of those possibilities sit well with Seungyoun. But it’s their life. Seungwoo and Wooseok have become a ‘we’. Seungyoun is still their best friend and roommate, but he knows his place now.

_ One.  _

“Hey, Seungyoun,” Wooseok chirps as said boy enters their apartment. He’s snuggled next to Seungwoo on the couch, his already tiny frame seeming smaller compared to Seungwoo’s build. The older has an arm around him, fingers tracing patterns on the skin of Wooseok’s arm. It’s not something out of the ordinary. They were all touchy, even clingy, perhaps to an almost intimate level. It was their love language. The three of them thrived from human affection. But right now, as Seungyoun watches Wooseok rub his cheek softly against Seungwoo’s shoulder, their hands entwined, Seungyoun feels like he’s no longer part of the ‘trio’ they’ve established for themselves. 

“Hey,” he greets back. 

“We’re watching Love Alarm,” Seungwoo says, already moving so there’s space for Seungyoun on the couch. “Wanna join?”

A big part of him says no. This is their quality time. They’re even watching a romance drama for fuck’s sake. Seungyoun doesn’t have a place in their heart-shaped space anymore. 

But a small voice at the back of his mind reminds him that he shouldn’t run away. These are his friends genuinely inviting him to spend time with them. He owes them for being so oblivious about their blooming romance. 

So Seungyoun sits where Seungwoo has made space for him. He brings his feet up to wrap his arms around his legs, chin resting atop his knees. They’re still only on the first episode, so Seungyoun doesn’t bother to ask about the previous scenes. 

“What if someone really makes a Love Alarm app?” Wooseok wonders aloud. “Would you download it?” 

“Maybe not,” Seungwoo answers. “I don’t need an app to tell me how you feel about me.”

“What makes you so sure?” Wooseok teases, poking Seungwoo’s cheek. Seungwoo grins and leans to whisper something Seungyoun can’t hear into Wooseok’s ear. The younger boy squeals and falls into a fit of giggles. Seungwoo starts laughing as well, pulling him closer to kiss the side of his head. 

Seungyoun watches him with a fond smile, but something inside him aches. He decides to ignore it. He’s happy if they are. 

“What about you, Seungyoun?” Both his friends turn to him and Seungyoun is only slightly surprised by the question. 

“I think,” he starts, pursing his lips in thought, “I agree with Seungwoo.” The two look at him expectantly, as if waiting for an explanation. Seungyoun takes a deep breath before speaking again. “I think people who feel, or even think that they’re in love should be able to trust each other. If you need an app to tell you how you feel for someone or how another person does for you, how will you build your relationship? Will you be complacent because you know you can check with a single touch if your partner still feels the same as you do? What if the system glitches? What if it’s not perfect? Technology can’t possibly be right about everything. Only you know how you truly feel.”

Wooseok and Seungwoo stare at him in silence. They seem to be in awe and… something else that Seungyoun can’t quite name. “Sorry,” he laughs awkwardly, slumping back on the couch. He turns back to the screen and it’s not even minutes later that he feels an arm snake around his waist. 

“Hey,” Seungwoo softly calls. Seungyoun looks back at him and he sees both the older and Wooseok smiling warmly at him. “Come closer. Cuddle pile.”

Seungyoun lets himself be pulled in with them, resting his head on Seungwoo’s chest as well, arms circling around the older’s waist. He feels a soft tap on his hand and sees Wooseok wiggling his fingers on top of his boyfriend’s torso. Seungyoun fills with warmth when he entwines their fingers, humming contentedly as they continue to watch the drama series. 

The elephant in the room grows just a little bigger. 

_ Two.  _

Seungyoun had spoken too soon. Wooseok and Seungwoo  _ do _ act differently. Though, Seungyoun figures it’s because they’ve become more comfortable. What used to be soft touches and giggly professions of love have escalated into acts far less innocent. Seungyoun has lost count of the number of times he’s seen the two making out within the month since they’ve told Seungyoun about their relationship. And that doesn’t even include the times they’ve started sucking face with him  _ still  _ in the same room. It’s definitely weird to see your best friends kissing, but what Seungyoun is feeling isn’t uncomfortability rooted from disgust. He wants to jokingly tell them to get a room, but he also doesn’t want them to feel like they’re grossing him out. Because he’s not grossed out. Not even in the slightest. 

“Guys,” Seungyoun sighs. He waves his hand at them for emphasis. They’re all in the living room for a group study session, Seungwoo’s idea. Not even an hour in, Wooseok had called for a break, saying he needs to recharge. Both Seungwoo and Seungyoun had snorted at this, but said nothing else. 

Right now, Wooseok’s sitting between Seungwoo’s legs, leaning against his chest. Seungwoo’s hands are slipping up Wooseok’s shirt and he’s kissing down the side of the younger’s neck. Wooseok makes a happy little noise, eyes falling closed as Seungwoo continues to touch him. 

“Hello?” Seungyoun says a little louder, dragging out the syllables. “I’m right here?”

“Sorry,” Wooseok mutters, but neither of them really stop. Seungyoun gulps, shifting from where he’s sitting. 

“I thought we were going to study,” Seungyoun grits out.

“We’re taking a break,” Seungwoo says, now sucking marks into the skin of Wooseok’s neck. The latter lets out a soft whine that sends a shiver throughout Seungyoun’s whole body. 

“Are you really going to do this in front of me?” The exasperation in his voice is evident and for a moment Seungyoun worries that he’s come off too harsh. 

But Seungwoo’s answer throws him off. “Only if you want to watch.” 

Cheeks hot and ears ringing, Seungyoun gathers his things and gets up to storm into his room, slamming the door a bit too loudly in the process.

Seungwoo’s hands stop, much to Wooseok’s disappointment. But he knows why. He kisses the corner of Seungwoo’s mouth when the older sighs and lets him bury his face into the crook of his neck.

The elephant taunts them. 

_ Three. _

“That’s my shirt,” Seungyoun says. Not accusingly, but rather as an observation. 

Wooseok, not unlike any other day, had been cuddling with Seungwoo. His legs are resting over the older’s lap, arms wrapped around Seungwoo’s torso, much like a very cute seatbelt, Seungyoun thinks. The older boy is scrolling through his phone, with one hand resting on Wooseok’s back, absentmindedly rubbing and tracing patterns over his shirt. If Wooseok were a cat, Seungyoun is sure he’d be purring contentedly right now. 

Upon hearing his voice, Seungwoo glances up at him, offering him a soft smile though, Seunyoun thinks he didn’t really hear what he said. 

“That’s my shirt,” Seungyoun repeats, pointing at Wooseok. He feels childish, but it  _ is  _ his shirt. Seungyoun doesn’t remember lending Wooseok any of his clothes recently. 

Seungwoo looks confused, following where Seungyoun’s finger is pointing at. He stares at Wooseok for a few seconds before letting out a chuckle. Wooseok only hums, finally looking up from where he was resting his head on Seungwoo’s shoulder. He blinks sleepily at Seungyoun, lips molded in that default pout of his. Seungyoun definitely doesn’t think about how pretty Wooseok’s lips are. 

“You’re wearing my shirt,” Seungyoun says once more when the two don’t respond. Seungwoo is still smiling, eyes shining with obvious amusement. 

“It was the first one I pulled out of the washer, sorry.” Wooseok mumbles, resting his cheek back on Seungwoo and stretching his legs out. He isn’t cute. Seungyoun doesn’t think he’s cute. 

“It’s fine,” Seungyoun squeaks out. He doesn’t really mind, if he’s going to be honest. The shirt Wooseok is wearing is already so loose on Seungyoun, and seeing the smaller boy wearing it only makes it look like he’s drowning in it. Seungyoun has this overwhelming urge to wrap him up in blankets and pet his head. 

But Wooseok has Seungwoo now. That means he should be wearing  _ his  _ clothes instead. And Seungyoun definitely shouldn’t be thinking about how Wooseok would look wearing the rest of his shirts and sweaters. 

“Seungyoun?” Said boy snaps out of his daze. Seungyoun’s face grows warm when he realizes he had been staring, even more so when he realizes that Seungwoo had  _ caught  _ him staring. “You alright there?”

He nods wordlessly, already turning to walk to his room. Seungyoun stops short when Wooseok shifts, moving away from Seungwoo as the older attempts to stand. He feels his heartbeat quicken and Seungyoun suddenly loses the capability to think when Seungwoo gets up from the couch. 

He’s wearing one of Seungyoun’s shirts as well. 

And  _ fuck,  _ it looks better on him than it ever did on Seungyoun. 

“That’s my shirt, too,” he says dumbly. It’s all he has said since he came home, it’s all he can say. Seungwoo and Wooseok aren’t good for his brain. They aren’t any good for his heart, either. 

Seungwoo looks down and turns to look at Seungyoun. He’s smiling again.  _ Why is he always smiling?  _ “Oops?”

“First thing you pulled out of the washer, too?” Seungyoun asks, trying to brush it off with a laugh. 

Seungwoo shrugs. “Nah, I knew it was yours when I took it. I can take it off if you don’t want me wearing it, though?” He makes a move to pull the shirt off, and Seungyoun quickly glances the other way when the action exposes a bit of the older’s abs. 

“No!” Seungyoun shouts, a little louder than necessary. It stuns both him and Seungwoo. “I mean, I’m okay with it. Just– just keep it on.” 

The elephant suffocates him, but Seungyoun trudges towards his room, mind reeling and heart pounding in his chest as he closes his door behind him and collapses on his bed. 

_ Four.  _

It’s only a little past two in the afternoon when Wooseok barges into Seungyoun’s room. He strides over to the taller man’s bed, plopping down beside him and snuggling close to him, face scrunched in an adorable pout.  _ Ah, man.  _ Seungyoun wishes his heart would calm down. It always feels like it’s about to explode whenever he’s around either of them. 

“What’s up?” He asks, trying to seem unbothered. 

Back then, he wouldn’t have batted an eye and immediately welcome either of them with open arms. 

But things are different now. Seungyoun has to remind himself that no matter how close they are, it could never change the fact that his two best friends are dating now. They have each other. Their bond is way stronger. 

And Seungyoun? He’s just… there. Holding on to whatever they’ll give him, holding on to their  _ friendship.  _

“Seungwoo went out,” Wooseok grumbles, shuffling closer to Seungyoun to hide his face in his chest. “Said he was gonna meet a friend.” 

“And?” Seungyoun urges, placing a reluctant hand on Wooseok’s head to play with his hair. Wooseok leans into his touch. “Are you jealous?”

“No.”

“Then why are you here trying to cuddle with that pout on your face?” 

Wooseok looks up at him, all pretty eyes shining like they hold all the stars in the galaxy. Seungyoun could get lost in them, and he wouldn’t mind it at all. 

“We don’t get to cuddle anymore,” Wooseok finally says, shrugging. Seungyoun’s about to answer when he adds, “Just the two of us.” 

Seungyoun snorts. “Well, duh. You and Seungwoo are boyfriends. It would be weird if either of you started cuddling with someone else…” He trails off, voice weakening the longer Wooseok stares at him. 

“With you, it won’t ever be weird,” Wooseok insists. Then he buries his face in Seungyoun’s chest. “Besides, Seungwoo and I aren’t exactly exclusive,” he whispers.

Seungyoun pretends he doesn’t hear it. 

Later that day, when Seungwoo comes home, he finds Wooseok and Seungyoun deep in slumber and wrapped around each other. He smiles at the sight, heart filled with affection. 

He’s quiet as he tiptoes over to Seungyoun’s bed, taking his phone from his pocket to capture the two cuddling in their sleep. Then, as careful as ever, he leans down over them to press his lips against Wooseok’s hair, then to Seungyoun’s temple. 

He murmurs a soft, “I love you,” to him before getting back up to leave. 

As soon as the door closes, Seungyoun blinks awake, heart hammering in his chest and the feel of Seungwoo’s lips lingering on his skin. 

_ Five.  _

It almost feels like they’re doing it on purpose, when Wooseok and Seungwoo start being sickeningly sweet and touchy with Seungyoun in the same space as them. And really, he tries not to mind them, convincing himself that this is how couples act. This is what people in a relationship do. 

They’re a great couple. A match made in heaven, if you will. Anyone with eyes could see that. They just complement each other in every way. What Seungwoo lacks, Wooseok is there to fill, and vice versa. 

That’s why Seungyoun is all the more confused. He doesn’t get why he still aches when he looks at them, why he feels like there’s something wrong. 

Seungyoun doesn’t know why he aches whenever he sees the way Seungwoo and Wooseok never seem to let go of each other’s hands. 

It’s almost as if they know Seungyoun is always watching. As if they know that it bothers him.

“If you guys are trying to sexile me by making out every ten minutes, I’m telling you, it’s working,” Seungyoun says, throwing a handful of popcorn into his mouth. 

It’s movie night, a sort of tradition they’ve had since high school, but recently Seungyoun has been enjoying it far less than he had before. Mostly because Seungwoo and Wooseok can barely keep their hands off of each other, paying zero attention to the movie currently playing. 

“Sorry,” Wooseok mumbles, not sounding sorry at all. He’s already halfway to sitting on Seungwoo’s lap, leg thrown over his lap. He’s still peppering kisses all over the older’s lips and cheeks even as Seungyoun pauses the movie. Needy. 

“You guys gotta tell me if you want privacy,” Seungyoun sighs. “It’s kinda awkward for me to keep being around while you two… you know.” 

“Not really,” Seungwoo replies, hand playing with the hem of Wooseok’s shirt.  _ Seungyoun’s  _ shirt. He keeps saying he’s too lazy to find anything else to wear. “It’s not that awkward for us.”

“What are you, exhibitionists?” Seungyoun grimaces. “I didn’t mean you two. I meant it was awkward for me,” he points to himself. “I feel awkward when the two of you suddenly start making out or some shit.” 

“Why?” Wooseok tilts his head. “Feeling left out?” He chuckles when Seungyoun’s eyes widen, face flushed as he struggles to respond. 

“You can join us if you want,” Seungwoo offers, and Seungyoun doesn’t get how easily he can say that with a soft smile on his face. “We don’t mind, don’t we, baby?”

“Not at all, babe,” Wooseok purrs. “As long as it’s Seungyoun. I already told him.” 

“Ugh,” Seungyoun gags, making a face at them. “I hate you guys.” 

“No, you don’t,” Wooseok interjects. “Come here,” he beckons. “Cuddle time.” 

Seungyoun shakes his head and puts a hand out. “No, thanks. I’m pretty sure either one of you are hard, if not both. I really don’t want your erections near me. Keep those to yourselves–”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence because the next thing Seungyoun knows, he’s being pulled towards them. He ends up beside Seungwoo with Wooseok sprawled across their laps. Kind of like an overgrown cat, Seungyoun thinks. 

He feels warm, and despite his initial protests, he’s actually enjoying this. He’s missed this. He misses cuddling with Wooseok, with Seungwoo, with both of them. Cuddling and physical affection are things they do regularly, an absolute  _ must _ in their friendship, but this time it feels different. And Seungyoun realizes, it’s feeling of being  _ included.  _

Seungyoun can no longer remember the last time he’s felt like he belongs. It’s nice, he thinks to himself as he leans against Seungwoo’s shoulder and breathes deeply. He wishes it had been like this from the start. 

And that’s when it hits him, with Seungwoo’s arm around his shoulders and Wooseok hugging his torso. He gets it now.

It startles both Wooseok and Seungwoo when he stands up abruptly, Wooseok almost falling off. The two of them letting out panicked noises that Seungyoun can’t really hear because of how fast his mind is racing. 

“I’m sleepy,” he announces hurriedly, ignoring them calling out for him and practically running to his room. 

Now that Seungyoun knows exactly what he’s been feeling for the past months, he’s more confused than ever. 

The elephant engulfs their whole apartment now, but Seungyoun is okay. He’ll be fine. 

_ Plus One.  _

It’s weird, being in love with your best friends. Especially when said best friends are dating each other. Even more so when you live with them. Seungyoun wishes he could avoid them. He wishes he could turn the other way and ignore them, but he can’t. He’s tried. But it had ended up with him hurting more than he did when he was with them. 

So he endures the way he aches whenever he sees Wooseok and Seungwoo together. He ignores the way he breaks little by little whenever he’s reminded that they have their own little world now and Seungyoun can never be a part of that. 

And yet. 

“Seungwoo.” Seungyoun stares at the older man in disbelief. “What the fuck?”

Seungwoo had just kissed him. On the lips this time. While Seungyoun is completely awake. While Wooseok was right there beside them. 

They had been lazing on the couch. Cuddle time, as Seungwoo and Wooseok had always insisted, despite Seungyoun’s protests. Seungwoo was sitting between the two of them this time, Wooseok on his right and Seungyoun on his left. A western Netflix show was playing on their TV, but Seungyoun had long since lost interest, more occupied by the game on his phone and Seungwoo’s hand playing with his hair. 

Then the older had called for him softly, leaning closer to take a peek at his phone. Seungyoun had instinctively turned his head, startled by how close their faces were. He watched as Seungwoo slowly glanced down to his lips and had attempted to turn his head, but Seungwoo was quick to hold him in place, slotting their lips together in a soft kiss. 

Seungyoun had almost melted into it, but as soon as he felt Seungwoo’s tongue swipe across his bottom lip he had shoved him away, hand flying up to his lips. He looks over to Wooseok in a panic. 

“Sorry,” Seungwoo mumbles. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Wooseok’s right there, dumbass,” Seungyoun spits. “Remember? Your boyfriend?”

“I don’t really mind,” Wooseok speaks up, voice slightly muffled from how his cheek is pressed against Seungwoo’s shoulder. “Though I would have appreciated if you said something before kissing him, babe. I wanted to watch.” He sits up, pouting and smacking the older’s arm lightly. Seungwoo chuckles, muttering a quick apology as he pets Wooseok’s hair. 

“Sorry, babe.”

“What the fuck?” Seungyoun says again. Both men turn to him, and suddenly he feels flustered. Were they playing with him all this time? Using him? Was this some sort of kink they had?

He gets up to leave, but two hands catch the hem of his shirt and pulls him back. Seungyoun finds himself falling onto Seungwoo’s lap, facing Wooseok, who has a mischievous glint in his eyes. Wooseok pushes himself forward, bringing his face closer to Seungyoun’s, his lips pressed into a teasing smile. 

“What?” Seungyoun stammers. Seungwoo has an arm around his torso, and he feels his hold tighten with every little movement he makes to try and get away. 

“It’s a little unfair that Seungwoo got to kiss you and I didn’t,” Wooseok whispers, inching closer and closer. “Isn’t it?”

Seungyoun gulps, trying to move away as much as he can with Seungwoo holding him in place. “Why are you guys doing this to me?” He whines, closing his eyes when he feels Wooseok’s breath fanning his cheek.

“Because we like you.”

Seungyoun’s eyes pop open, and he quickly turns to look at Wooseok. The smaller smiles wider and he plants a quick kiss on the corner of his mouth. 

“Is that okay?”

Seungyoun doesn’t answer. Or rather, he  _ can’t,  _ too stunned to say anything. To even  _ think  _ about anything. 

“Seungyoun?” Seungwoo is right beside him but his voice sounds distant. His head is swimming, and Seungyoun feels like he’s dreaming. If he is, he hopes he wakes up soon, because he doesn’t want to hold onto lingering feelings of hope when he knows there’s nothing to be hopeful for. 

“But you guys are boyfriends,” he suddenly blurts out. Wooseok blinks at him. 

“Yeah… We are.” He nods, and Seungyoun doesn’t quite get it. 

“Seungyoun, baby, look at me, please?” Seungyoun turns to Seungwoo. “We like you. A lot. And we want you to be a part of this.” He gestures to himself and Wooseok. “Of us.” 

“We want you to be our boyfriend, Seungyoun,” Wooseok cuts in. “Is that… is that okay?”

Seungyoun barks out a laugh all of a sudden, clutching his stomach and almost toppling over out of Seungwoo’s lap. It quickly dies out when he realizes neither Wooseok nor Seungwoo are laughing. “Wait. You guys are serious.” 

“Of course we are!” Wooseok smacks his arm. Seungyoun winces, but it doesn’t hurt at all.

And that’s it. The elephant explodes, along with Seungyoun’s heart. 

“You guys like me. As in  _ like _ like. As in you want to date me.”

“Yeah,” Seungwoo breathes, pulling him closer.

“No.”

“No?” The two echo in unison, exchanging glances. 

“No,” Seungyoun repeats with a shake of his head. “You guys put me through so much. I’m not saying yes to this without proper courting.” 

Both Wooseok and Seungwoo sigh simultaneously. They engulf Seungyoun in a tight hug, nuzzling at his cheeks and neck. 

“You’re such a fucking dumbass. I love you,” Wooseok whispers, kissing his cheek with a loud smack of his lips. “We’ll do it. We’ll court the fucking hell out of you.” Seungyoun grins, hugging them back. 

Seungyoun isn’t stupid, but he’s definitely a fool in love. 

**Author's Note:**

> twt: @atsuwdz


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